Somebody Hears Me
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm updating. Let's not get our panties in a knot about it. (I believe I said something quite similar to that when I first unveiled my shaved head.) This - probably - is mainly for me to look back on and read when I'm in some other state and some other mood. The other side of this. When I get to that damned island.
I haven't updated in months. Many months. Lots of reasons for that, not the least of which is that I don't like to pointlessly bitch about a shitty life that I want people to think I have. Too many of the journals I read are immeresed in their own self-loathing and it's, quite frankly, very fucking sad and no one but your pathetic cliquey support groups want to hear about it. But - there I go - bitching in my journal. And that's not what this is about. I fear that I alienate people I really don't mean to alienate by saying that, though.
Not that I've had multitudes to complain about recently, really. It's really just sloth that prevents the updating. That and I don't think about LJ much - only for reading. I'm not home that much this summer - which I relish. But . . . this is inspired. So much going on in my little pea brain that some things need to come out into the world, lest my abnormally large head, with it's even more unbelievably pachydermical ears (so I'm lead to believe) explodes. It's been up and down lately, but there've been far more ups than a person like I am deserves.
I'm going to skip over the "catching up" bit, save for this little mind-dump: comings and goings, frisbee - loads of beautiful, sweet, sweaty frisbee, an election - the outcome was sufficiently acceptable, a new found hunger and love for literature as long as it's American politics being discussed (and with recent purchases, humour becomes an option), guitar lovin', did I mention frisbee?, her, frisbee?, strengthening new bonds and being stabbed in the back by people you trusted, workplace in-fighting, love and everything. Everything that happened in the past x months.
Maybe I'm compelled to write because I'm back from another Salesforce schmoozefest and it reminded me of a previous entry. Though this one was far less exciting than anything in San Fran, it proved to be somewhat interesting in its own way. Once again, I was the lone rep for all of AOL Canada, which is a bit daunting in a number of ways.
Maybe I'm writing to get them out of my head.
Life is good, friends. It really is. There's far too much going on in it. Be thankful for all you have. Cherish your friends. Especially your new friends. And especially those who've stood by you and not dispensed advice for which you didn't ask.
Okay, so maybe this isn't really an update.
Just wanted you guys to know I'm still alive.
I haven't updated in months. Many months. Lots of reasons for that, not the least of which is that I don't like to pointlessly bitch about a shitty life that I want people to think I have. Too many of the journals I read are immeresed in their own self-loathing and it's, quite frankly, very fucking sad and no one but your pathetic cliquey support groups want to hear about it. But - there I go - bitching in my journal. And that's not what this is about. I fear that I alienate people I really don't mean to alienate by saying that, though.
Not that I've had multitudes to complain about recently, really. It's really just sloth that prevents the updating. That and I don't think about LJ much - only for reading. I'm not home that much this summer - which I relish. But . . . this is inspired. So much going on in my little pea brain that some things need to come out into the world, lest my abnormally large head, with it's even more unbelievably pachydermical ears (so I'm lead to believe) explodes. It's been up and down lately, but there've been far more ups than a person like I am deserves.
I'm going to skip over the "catching up" bit, save for this little mind-dump: comings and goings, frisbee - loads of beautiful, sweet, sweaty frisbee, an election - the outcome was sufficiently acceptable, a new found hunger and love for literature as long as it's American politics being discussed (and with recent purchases, humour becomes an option), guitar lovin', did I mention frisbee?, her, frisbee?, strengthening new bonds and being stabbed in the back by people you trusted, workplace in-fighting, love and everything. Everything that happened in the past x months.
Maybe I'm compelled to write because I'm back from another Salesforce schmoozefest and it reminded me of a previous entry. Though this one was far less exciting than anything in San Fran, it proved to be somewhat interesting in its own way. Once again, I was the lone rep for all of AOL Canada, which is a bit daunting in a number of ways.
Maybe I'm writing to get them out of my head.
Life is good, friends. It really is. There's far too much going on in it. Be thankful for all you have. Cherish your friends. Especially your new friends. And especially those who've stood by you and not dispensed advice for which you didn't ask.
Okay, so maybe this isn't really an update.
Just wanted you guys to know I'm still alive.